Song parody of
Lady In Blue
by Whose
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Security's a superstition, raised by fearful visions
Fooled by locks and bonds, a patient disposition
If someone wants in they'll find a crack in the wall
Note the fracture in the armor, you can never hide from karma
Room spins like a revolver, I can see the moon and stars
K.R.I.T. taught me to glide
Mac taught me to slide
I hope in her ride
The big red puppy dog
I grow fearful that my battery is running out of charge
I flick my lighter for my idols, the constant chase
Shift the choir octave higher, need to make some space
Danger! Danger! Danger!, written on my face
Rampant apathy seems to be a constant phase
But i don't sweat it
Pack a stoge and then regret it,
Credit, low with lots of work to go
Study then I rock a show
Studying my vocal tones
Not one for repetition
Conversing with the puddle, I carry out their missions
My wholehearted inertia
My wholehearted inertia
My wholehearted inertia, comments from the servers
State the do's/don'ts of pushing objects even further
I listen closely with a cocked eye and weary mind
Taken with a grain of salt, a Michael Cleary crime
A mind can only hold so much while fishing in the grime
Existing in the muck. I try and thrive in it
That's what he did. I need to lie in it
Through the grief and the troubled we create what brings us triumph
To be anything like him
I need to dive
I need to dive
I need to dive
Transition
I run through the pack like wildfire
Been the outlier since diapers
I exist in my bubble
Only come out if my stone has turned to rubble
My fruits turned rotten
The birds stop flocking
The shirt been cotton since a young jit
The flirts been knocking since one six
Through the mud what ive earned from it all, bupkis
Tongue ripped out
Tell her no the world tips down
Fall down
On my knees and my knuckles
They feast on my struggles
The beast bellows, chuckles
I've bequeathed words, every verse to the puddle
Whether they'll let me drink from it is the puzzle
I solve with footsteps, push kick, blues licks
Whose this? i am, me
At least that's what people tell me
I stare deep into the screen
End scene
Security's a superstition, raised by fearful visions
Fooled by locks and bonds, a patient disposition
If someone wants in they'll find a crack in the wall
Note the fracture in the armor, you can never hide from karma
Room spins like a revolver, I can see the moon and stars
K.R.I.T. taught me to glide
Mac taught me to slide
I hope in her ride
The big red puppy dog
I grow fearful that my battery is running out of charge
I flick my lighter for my idols, the constant chase
Shift the choir octave higher, need to make some space
Danger! Danger! Danger!, written on my face
Rampant apathy seems to be a constant phase
But i don't sweat it
Pack a stoge and then regret it,
Credit, low with lots of work to go
Study then I rock a show
Studying my vocal tones
Not one for repetition
Conversing with the puddle, I carry out their missions
My wholehearted inertia
My wholehearted inertia
My wholehearted inertia, comments from the servers
State the do's/don'ts of pushing objects even further
I listen closely with a cocked eye and weary mind
Taken with a grain of salt, a Michael Cleary crime
A mind can only hold so much while fishing in the grime
Existing in the muck. I try and thrive in it
That's what he did. I need to lie in it
Through the grief and the troubled we create what brings us triumph
To be anything like him
I need to dive
I need to dive
I need to dive
Transition
I run through the pack like wildfire
Been the outlier since diapers
I exist in my bubble
Only come out if my stone has turned to rubble
My fruits turned rotten
The birds stop flocking
The shirt been cotton since a young jit
The flirts been knocking since one six
Through the mud what ive earned from it all, bupkis
Tongue ripped out
Tell her no the world tips down
Fall down
On my knees and my knuckles
They feast on my struggles
The beast bellows, chuckles
I've bequeathed words, every verse to the puddle
Whether they'll let me drink from it is the puzzle
I solve with footsteps, push kick, blues licks
Whose this? i am, me
At least that's what people tell me
I stare deep into the screen
End scene
